Many, many years ago, before the four races were rendered immortal, there was a young man named Simillion. Simillion was the son of a farmer who had accepted in his heart that he, too, would be a farmer, for that was how things were done. Although he dreamed of enacting real change in the world, he was poor, and unable to afford the price of an education.
However, one ordinary day, an opportunity presented itself: a wagon ride that went deep into the heart of a small city called Quur. It was for but a market day, and not even a likely profitable one at that, but Simillion begged to have the opportunity to travel. His parents relented. Simillion thus left the small plot of land that belonged to his family and traveled to Quur, where he witnessed any number of savagery and cruelty. Quur, you see, had been founded and was owned by a God King named Ghuaras. Ghuaras was horrific in his appetites in both his human and dragon forms, and none could overthrow him while he was in the latter, for the dragon was so powerful and said to be unkillable. Simillion saw just a fraction of his cruelty, but it was enough to light a fire within his heart: no just ruler could slay his subjects at any such slender whim, could drag daughters from their families, could destroy shrines to the Sacred Eight Gods and Goddesses and replace them with holy sites honoring himself.
Simillion came up with a cunning plan: he spread the word all over Quur that his farm had the sweetest, most luscious pomegranates in the world. So juicy and delicious were these fruits, it was as if they had been blessed by the goddess of magic herself. Ghuaras heard tell of this fruit, and like all greedy men, demanded to partake of this remarkable food without haste. Simillion was pulled from the streets and deposited in front of the giant dragon, his scales as thick as armor plating, his breath puffing poison gas.
"I HEAR YOU HAVE REMARKABLE FRUIT," said the God King, in a jovial mood due to having eaten fourteen of his subjects only a few minutes before.
"The very best," said Simillion. "Would you like to try one?"
"YES," said the God King, and lazily opened his mouth.
Simillion pulled a pomegranate from his bag, and started to present it to the toothy, fleshy surface waiting beside him. He hesitated.
The God King opened once slit of a massive eye. "WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? I AM NOT PATIENT, BOY."
Simillion sounded quite uncertain, "It's just... your mouth is so large. I worry that you will not taste all the nuances of this pomegranate, as it is so small."
The God King laughed. "FOOLISH BOY. THIS IS NOT MY ONLY FORM." And with that, the dragon shrunk into himself, becoming the cruel emperor in his human form.
Simillion gaped, and managed a worshipful bow. "I am sorry. I've never seen such magic before. Please, have my humble pomegranate, sir. My family thanks you for your benevolence and hopes you enjoy it."
The God King accepted the pomegranate and bit into it juicily, his dull human molars making quick work of its soft flesh... and of the poison Simillion had laced it therein. With a shriek, Ghuaras clutched his throat and motioned for his guards to attack... but seeing as he had murdered so many of their families, the guards hesitated to kill Simillion, as Ghuaras fell to the ground and choked to death on his own blood.
Simillion accepted the royal crown of Quur that day out of gratitude for saving the city from such a tyrant, and had many other adventures that I will tell you of the next time you nearly die a horrible death.*
* This story was not true. Simillion did not poison the God King Ghuaras. However, it's my favorite version of the tale of the founding of the Quur empire.